The coming of flood

Out of the fierce blowing breeze   

The earth surface moving here and there

Wanting to build a tower inside my eyes

The glowing day end up so gloomy

The ferocious thunder barking and roaring

The scared sky started crying

The whole world was terrified

The tears of the sky flowing like a river

Rivulet has no compare with its river Benue and Niger

My prayer is never let your confluence be my abode

Because to part you into two I have not a rod

Neither have I a garment like a wall to make you stand

(c)  Ayegboyin Victoria Tobiloba 



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